"music might strange and beautiful. You might feel disembodied,.. boundless, spinning helplessly space..."
Madrox] me, the one you see in dreams or sinner, the message is in the mixture Ugly as might come from the dirt and scum and to be no one
me, straight up out my tree and out my In the alley, a gat looking to bash your head wit it Watch your drain outcha skull onto the ground And take ya to my grave where you will never be
Madrox] me, Not a fuck again and crazy I don't have to pretend Not Rocky, but I'm sure to rock your Drink saki, when I'm monkey paw
me, kids me Cousin Louie my slugga rides by my side on the daily, It to me It tells me who to on (ride on) We are a team and it's life we decide on (C'mon)
You you know me And my sound (DARK LOTUS!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Yet in the end they all down (DARK LOTUS!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Child] me Standin' in a of blood Smokin' a fat ass blunt cuttin' it up WHUT?? Feelin' lonely, and all my homies are dead At least that's what the voices in my Just
HEY!!
[Shaggy 2 That's me all up in mug dont get it punched. Knock Knock (who There?), now ya all fucked up. I stop my rims stop too. Then i peel back out on ya face ya motha you. That's Me, crazy, and I'm up and, I got a hostage and the cops are makin me mad. Negotiations fell through watch it on the news because i that fucka right in plain view. [Shaggy 2 me, What bitch? You got somthin to say? Why my knuckles always got you teeth all up in em? (ooo) I skin em. Why ya so rough? Little duct tape on the fingers and I'm back the up.
You you know me And my sound (DARK LOTUS!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Yet in the end they all down (DARK LOTUS!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Killa] That's me right you, Mad as hell, Nose flarin. Makin all strange sounds, in ya face starin. Knockin over cans, breakin 40 bottles. Villian the streets, I'm a ghetto role model.
J] That's me in a clown wig, a machete. Pig blood on my to bring the party like confetti. That's me spittin shit, fuck hardcore I knives in the crowd and have em runnin for the door. Killa] That's me, that's you shoulda known a little better. I be squashin fuckas for whatever, whenever. Spinkle from the dead inside ya favorite drink. Then sit back and and watch that fat ass head shrink.
J] That's me, the virgin popper, neck chopper. blades like a helicopter. Murder alotta. That's me and I'm down for the Lotus. Like a kamikaze I hit the vocal booth and this (shit the fuck up.... so shut the fuck up.)
You you know me And my Juggalo (DARK LOTUS!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Yet in the end they all wannabe (DARK LOTUS!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!) Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)